Thursday, June 22, 2017

Bruce's Birthday

Today is Bruce’s birthday. He’s 70.

He’s different like I’m different.

I have no idea what people think about me. My friends have seen
seizures, spasticity and really bad speech. There are times when I feel my old
self, but I don’t know if they see it. Bruce, I’m sure, knows he’s changed.

The “new” Bruce is much softer and quieter; sometimes it’s like he’s
off in his own calm place. Everything is slower. Everything.

Soon he’ll be in a hospital that’s an hour away; it’ll mean a
two-hour commute and I cannot imagine, right now, not going every day.

We were acquaintances for many years and then I had a heart attack
and he came to visit often and when I came out of hospital we had became close
friends. Now another illness is bringing us even closer, I think. I feel so
engaged, protective and committed.

Bill, the physio, is kissing me off and I’m quite happy about that.
He’s armed me with exercises and I’ll go back in two weeks for a tune up and
then I’m done. He really helped and I am glad to lose a weekly trip to VGH.

Next week: No Bill and no Dr. Shoja and, perhaps, ‘the’ decision.
Wow. It’s a big week. I’m excited about a week without therapy.